Rea required a tiny bit of surgery this summer. She's had a halo mole on her temple for a while. And the dermatologist has been watching it closely for about a year. The Derm was hesitant to have it removed because, in her words, it's a much bigger deal than removing one from let's say her back. This removal required the help of a plastic surgeon. So we watched. And measured. And watched. And photographed the mole for a year.

Then on our last visit, the doc noticed a darkening of the bottom half of it. She said, "It's time to have this taken off." We were given the name of a plastic's guy (turns out he's the Dad of one of Rea's friends).

Our consultation with the surgeon went great. Rea was very comfortable with him, since she'd met him in social situations with her friend. But even if she had never seen him before, I think he would have been an excellent choice. He was amazing with Rea. He spoke directly to her. Asked her all the questions about why we were there. Explained to her what was going to happen. Asked if she had any questions. Then he spoke to me. I was so impressed. And relieved.